He was small, shy and a little bit of a hump. His jeans were betraying his contemporaneity, otherwise you would have said it was Quasimodo from
Notre-Dame. Every day he waited, in the shadows, on the stairs of the apartment building. Ella was showing up every day at 5:30, fluttering smiles from her eyes only, with her cheeks red like strawberries, wearing the short, pleated skirt. She was competing with the sun, loving the moon. She was entering the elevator, wrapped in her vanilla scarf and lavender scent. And every day, he was dreaming how his body was the ladder they would climb, hugging, to the moon.
(Translated by Andreea Denisa Dinu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In April 2022, the group has 8,175 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
